Later that day, Robert, Cora and Violet met in the library.
"What is it?" Cora inquired.
"His majesty paid me a visit this morning," Robert sighed.
"Why?"
Robert explained the situation, including the two options that he'd have to choose between in a week's time. By the end, Cora was shocked, while Violet simply looked around.
"You don't seem surprised," Robert observed.
"Why would I be?" Violet asked, "It was my idea."
"What?"
"After I suggested the second DNA test, I had an idea and called his majesty. Of course, it was not my idea to have her be taken away from us. I thought for sure you'd choose the first one."
Robert groaned.
"I don't understand how you could go behind our backs," Cora gasped.
"If Robert had taken the deal, it would've been the best for everyone," Violet replied.
"So," Robert sighed, "I don't need to ask your opinion. Cora?"
"As much as I want her to live with us," Cora said sadly, "this is wrong. Tampering with results, lying to everyone. I don't think I can do this."
"Me neither. But what'll happen to Darrel?"
Cora sighed, "I don't know."
A few days later, Robert was eating breakfast when Thomas came in.
"Telegram my lord," Thomas informed, handing it to him.
Robert opened it and read: 'Decision tomorrow. Full stop.'
Robert sighed, and went upstairs to find Cora having breakfast in bed.
"Robert, what is it?" Cora asked.
"His majesty sent a telegram reminding me that we need to make a decision tomorrow," Robert replied.
"And?"
"I'm going to refuse to tamper with the evidence. But what his majesty seems to forget is that Darrel has an opinion, and she won't allow this."
Cora nodded in approval.
That evening, the family plus Violet and Isobel were having dinner. Darrel was still in her room.
"What's going to happen to Darrel?" Edith inquired.
"I'm not sure, my dear," Robert sighed.
"You must stop the King and Queen from taking her away from us!"
"I'll do my best."
"This is so unfair," Rose pouted.
A little later, the door opened and Anna ran in.
"Anna!" Thomas cried.
"I'm sorry Mr. Barrow, it's an emergency," Anna panted.
"What is it?" Mary asked.
"It's Lady Darrel, she's fainted."
"What?"
Isobel stood up, "Call Dr. Clarkson."
Isobel threw down her napkin and rushed out.
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Princess Darrel Crawley | A Downton Abbey Fanfiction
Fanfiction"14 years ago...I had an affair with Lord Grantham. You are not Lady Grantham's child." "We just want you to know that the whole of England will be yours someday." Lady Darrel Crawley is the youngest daughter of Lord and Lady Grantham...or so she's...
